Okay, enough relaxation in the water. Let's get back to work. With my diverse training and experience I was of great utility to our mission, as the following snapshots demonstrate: *

14) Being the only truly literate member of the team, I was the vessel's chief recordkeeper. This included keeping tabs on our surveillance data, extradition documents, and takeout menus. *

15) Everyone onboard takes their turn at the helm, and though I was no Ahab I can hold my own against a lee shore. *

16) We also all took turns in the galley and this was one of my specialties. I learned it from an old grandmother when paratrooping in Singapore back during the Spanish American War. *

17) Here I was invaluable for the repair of our autopilot. One of our officers looks on in concern and bewhilderment but my expression is ever-confident and cool. *

18) I can paint even the most convex of surfaces as though they were flat. This often helps in quickly disguising a heisted diplomat-filled limousine. *

19) Here I keep death row prisoners healthy and comfortable. I'm a great conversationalist and although they never comment, I'm pretty sure they appreciate my explorations of Haitian Bovine Theory. And then we eat them, heads and all. Yum. *

20) My other prison-like duties include guarding the bow while in strange communist ports. This photo would not have been declassified if it wasn't for that totally fake registration number that keeps the beaurocratic grinding machines at bay. *

21) I can hold my breath for what seems like forever, so often times I was sent down for a routine hull inspection. No barnacles or seaworms this time around. *

22) The aforementioned ability also put me in charge of diving on the anchors to set them properly. *

So, after our business was concluded in Cuba (sadly, I can't tell you much about our hot tub session with Fidel), we headed across to the Yucatan in Mexico, which was a real treat for me, being my first time in that grand, or should I say GRANDE country. *

23) During a few days of downtime on a beach there, one of my comrades taught me to fly! Can you believe it!?! My brethren are going to poop in their egg pouches when they see this! *

24) Here the secret to flightless bird flight is revealed: *

25) a big kite! *

Some of my comrades enjoyed a case of Burundian oak ale, which always makes secret agent-types very creatively rambunctious. Someone decided to have a boat-builing competition. Boats would be judged by speed. And best of all, they had to be able to carry me! *

26) Here you see all three boats, testing for seaworthiness of course BEFORE taking on this precious cargo. That one pulling ahead is named Cygnus and took the medal for speed while the other two locked their rigging. The judge in the rowboat was chosen because she is Swiss and is therefore neutral and impartial. *